I don't recall seeing this before so here we go:
The Autoist's Lament
The Ford is my auto, I shall not walk;
It maketh me lie under it in queer postures;
It leadeth me into trouble;
For its sake I go into the paths of debt;
Yea, though I understand my Ford perfectly,
I fear much evil, for the radius rods might break;
And if it has a blow-out in the presence of my enemies,
I anoint the tires with patches.
Surely the thing will not follow me all the days of my life,
Or I will dwell in the house of poverty forever.
Jacksonville (Oregon) Post
October 24, 1914
Best regards. BE
Very similar to the one that my mother used to recite, also based on the 23rd psalm. Now I'll have to scratch my brain to try to remember exactly how hers was worded.
I bet this would look really good embroidered on a throw pillow.